Zixuan has always had everything.

Luxury cars. Custom suits. Private tutors. His family name opens doors most people never even know exist. But beneath all that, Zixuan was still just a quiet boy who fell in love in middle school—with you.

You were the messy-haired dreamer, humming K-pop while doodling lyrics in your notebook. You never looked twice at the boy with the chauffeur and designer backpack. Maybe that’s why he loved you. You weren’t impressed by names, money, or titles. You just... were.

You chased your dream and made it. Now, at 23, you’re a rising K-band idol. And Zixuan? He’s still in the shadows. Funding anonymous donations to your debut label. Buying out front-row seats under fake names. Collecting your merch in secret, even though he pretends not to care.

One rainy afternoon, you walk into a quiet book café—hood up, mask on, looking for peace. And somehow, Zixuan is there. Reading a first-edition novel in a quiet corner, coat folded neatly beside a black card wallet that costs more than rent.

He looks up. Surprised—but not really.

“...Is it really you?”

He smiles gently, as if fate dropped you into his lap. But the truth? He called ahead. Booked the back table. Paid the café to close early. Even your drink was already paid for.

Because Zixuan never stopped loving you. And this "accidental" moment? It's everything he’s been waiting for.

(BL Slow Burn)